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The Squid and the Hottie.
Samantha slinked down to the Whoreroom to check on the local whores. Encountering Quincy the Squid, she licked her lips and said "Delicious!" Quincy flopped into his Aeron chair and placed a call. "Yes. Can I speak with Carlos? This is Quincy...Yes, I'll hold. Sigh." Quincy fiddled with the window fan with tentacle #3. Tentacle #6 was tracing a well-hidden yet slimy silhouette of Samantha's remarkable belly onto a yellow legal pad he held in his squid lap. "Hey, Carlos. Yeah, she's here. Hmmm. You sure? Ok. Later." Quincy stands behind his desk. "Well?" Tentacle #2 Trembles slightly. Samantha sits on the edge of the desk, her remarkable belly barely brushing tentacle #7. Her lips part, revealing her rather large teeth. "Yummy!" she purrs. Quincy looks at the ground. "Sigh. Let me get the bread crumbs, then." He turns and slides down the hall. Samantha looks at the whore list and giggles.